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... high-tension, metallic scream that traveled up from the lightless depths and vibrated through the iron winch, shaking the very stones of the Port Meridian pier. I gripped the railing, my knuckles white and the obsidian pattern on my arm glowing with a frantic, rhythmic heat. Through the leash, the sensation was a sickening jumble of sensory data—the crushing, freezing weight of two miles of water, the abrasive scrape of obsidian against Star-Iron, and a sudden, sharp spike of absolute, cold-bloo ...
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